The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 362

To that, Philip replied with a 'That's all'.

On the other end, George inquired, 'Are you at Dragon King Palace, Young Master? Mr. Cash, the person in charge of Capital City's division of Clarke Group, is here with me and is hoping to meet up with you about the matters of the Beacon investment. Should I send him over to wait for you at Dragon King Palace?'

'The person in charge of Clarke Group's Capital City division?'

Philip wore an expression of suspicion before it morphed into a playful smile as he turned his gaze to Frank who continued to sing high praises of himself. He replied to the text, 'Sure. Have him come over.' Having replied, Philip put his phone down again.

The Clarke family had more than just one Clarke Group. The one in Capital City was merely a small group of theirs.

Martha was enraged at her useless trash of a son-in-law. After grumbling about it for a while, she gave an apologetic smile. "How can I let you pay so much? How about I pay for it this time?"

To treat people to a meal meant spending money.

That was something Martha equated to cutting off a piece of her flesh.

She had no other choice. Her dignity was on the line.

Could she rely on Philip to regain her dignity?

Of course not.

"Oh no, Aunt Martha. It's just a meal, why are you being so courteous about it? Frank here earns 400,000 a year. It's not as if he needs all that money. Though what about your son-in-law Philip? Can he pay the cost of the private room? Or even treat us to the Dragon King set meal?"

Samantha raised her eyebrows, her expression full of sarcasm and unfiltered taunt.

It felt great. It had been too long since she stole the spotlight from Wynn.

Had it not been for her useless husband, Samantha might never have the chance to show up this perfect woman.

"Indeed, Aunt Martha. Just enjoy the meal. The money means little to nothing to me."

Frank spoke up as well, his wealth backing him up.

He was pleased mainly by the fact that he would be showing off his wealth in front of Wynn.

It was all thanks to that good-for-nothing Philip Clarke, or he might not have shone as brightly as he was now.

Martha was close to burying herself under the table with how disgraced she felt. She was extremely envious of her sister and felt nothing but pure disdain for Philip.

Look.

Philip was just laughing goofily next to Wynn about something he said.

"What are you laughing about? Look at Frank, then look at yourself! If you even have half of Frank's skills, I, Martha Yates, will personally serve you myself!"

Martha's head throbbed in infuriation. She grumbled as she glared holes into Philip.

Wynn was about to step in and defend Philip only for him to tug her hand under the table.

"It's fine," Philip whispered in Wynn's ear.

Opposite them, Paula and Samantha merely laughed insultingly.

The feeling of looking down at scum from a high position was great.

Philip turned to Martha this time and spoke calmly, "I'm actually pretty rich, Mom. If you don't believe me, I can treat you all to this meal."

"What?"

Martha's blood boiled in anger!

'What does he mean he can treat us all to this meal?

'Does he even have the money?

'The Dragon King set meal costs 10,000 bucks per person!

'There's six of us here, which makes that 60,000!

'Is he going to call me, his mother-in-law, to come up with the sum from my own pocket?'

As a result, Martha began to reprimand Philip, "You're getting more and more shameless every day! You think you're rich just because you say you are? Where do you think you get your money from? It's all Wynnie's! How much can you earn a month with your stupid salary?"

"I have money, Mom. My card..."

"Money my foot! Shut your mouth!" Further irked, Martha interrupted before Philip could continue.

Philip was speechless. There was no way he could win a verbal fight with Martha, so all he could do was sit quietly.

"Don't fight with Philip, Aunt Martha. I'm sure he has his troubles as well. How about I help him get a job later? One that earns over 10,000 a month?"

Frank spoke generously.

Martha nodded once. "Thank you."

Frank felt a surge of satisfaction in his shallow heart and stood up to walk over. He patted Philip on the shoulder with a smile. "It's not manly to live off Wynn, Philip. You're free to come to me anytime if you want a job. I'll help you, okay?"

Philip arched his eyebrows, his expression calm as he stared at Frank who looked immensely proud of himself. Was this fellow not just looking for a chance to show off in front of Wynn? 'You'll help me?

'I can easily help all your chairmen deal with their problems, what do you mean you'll help me?

'What do you take me for? A man who feeds off his wife?'